Tryna get my neck and wrist to look just like a freezer

Tell em that we leaning like the tower out in Pisa

I heard life’s a bitch but on my momma I won’t leave her

Sometimes I might trip but I got dollars in my sneakers

Chillin wit ya mommy she been loving all my flows

Every song up in her speaker Ryu all she really knows

If I wasn’t making projects ain’t no telling where I’d be

Swear my worlds forever cold it feel like 21 degrees

Believe her please believe her she getting meaner

I need her I think I need her she such a diva

They watch me they see me balling they want a feature

A creature something like Jeepers move like a cheetah

If you really want foreigns you spalding or not

Ain’t no way I ain’t balling you balding or not

This shit in my veins so it’s all of the top

Spit Hov in my flows like it’s all of the Roc

Tag toeing these hoes and I’m calling the shots

Unloading the clip if you slip in the spot

Police in the distance we dipping like dots

Now I sip wit ya misses I give what I got

I been on the low wit yo hoe getting doe cause it’s all a nigga know

When I’m off the dro kicking doors in ya home then you better hit the floor

Ain’t nobody have my back when I was mobbin through the city cruising by my lone

I maneuvered all alone

Had a few homies on Call just Incase we gotta roll

Don’t you ever test me save that bullshit for the teachers

I be in the field you pussy niggas in the bleachers

I just need some mazzi that’ll take me out my sneakers

40 wit a hoodie now they calling me a reaper

Tryna get my neck and wrist to look just like a freezer

Tell em that we leaning like the tower out in Pisa

I heard life’s a bitch but on my momma I won’t leave her

Sometimes I might trip but I got dollars in my sneakers

Chillin wit ya mommy she been loving all my flows

Every song up in her speaker Ryu all she really knows

If I wasn’t up in college ain’t no telling where I’d be

Swear my worlds forever cold it feel like 21 degrees

Ya whole team full of frauds we in Goyard

Cooking shit up like a chef bitch I’m boyard

Only shit up on my mind Ima go hard

Yeah we really got the static ya want no part

I got 21 savages wit no heart

Jody when I’m by my lonely choppa on start

Navigated wit my Woes like I’m on star

Momma always knew her baby boy would go far

99’ baby this shit in my veins

Still keep it a hunned like two 50 weights

Got Rell banging blood like a .358

Choppa sweet serenade send you up to them gates

Never know where we going I just know we straight

I thank god im alive shoulda been in a grave

Celebrating the times I’m in need of the cake

Cut a piece of the pie 1738

Whoah

Never been afraid of anybody when I’m cornered call me rocky we can really get it poppin

Always had to plot and if they scissors Ima rock em they ain’t really give me options Ima have to poppa doc em

Jumping on the whip you outta pocket Ima have to flip and put em in a coffin going dummy I’m retarded

Don’t become a target Put a hole up in his back and now he looking like a dolphin flowing sick it got me nauseous

I knew no matter what we would make it out regardless

Momma told me when you do it make sure that it’s flawless

Everyday’s a battle I got ammo I got rockets

Tired of always being down in the dumps with all the garbage

Tryna get my neck and wrist to look just like a freezer

Tell em that we leaning like the tower out in Pisa

I heard life’s a bitch but on my momma I won’t leave her

Sometimes I might trip but I got dollars in my sneakers

Chillin wit ya mommy she been loving all my flows

Every song up in her speaker Ryu all she really knows

If I wasn’t making projects ain’t no telling where I’d be

Swear my worlds forever cold it feel like 21 degrees